Hold me tight. Love me so.

- Part 6 -

(Third Person POV)

Sean quickly returned to Mark's house after a mix up with the GPS upon his phone and what not. So, he just simply got whatever was close. Which, seemed to be some Gas-station breakfast burrito's and some orange juice. 

A sigh escaped Sean's lips. 

Once he opened the front door to Mark's house, he arrived to a lone Mark sitting upon his couch, a bowl of cereal in hand. 

"How's te corn flakes?" Sean questioned, a low, amused chuckle following his words. "I thought ye would be the kind to make eggs and what not." Sean added. 

Mark didn't answer. Instead, he simply gave off a huff in reply; his gaze lifting up towards his friend. Then towards the T.V. 

Sean shook his head to himself. 

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Sean whispered, taking one of the two small bags within his hands, placing one of them upon the couch-cushion next to Mark. - Mark eyed it warily. However, took it with a smile. 

"Thanks. After trying to cook breakfast this morning, I didn't think I would be healthy for me to try and cook again. I already practically need a new frying pan after the 'incident'." Mark sighed, a laughing, joking edge to his raspy voice. And he looked up at Sean in amusement. 

"I thought you were just going to get something for yourself?" Mark questioned again, narrowing his eyes towards Sean, a smile creasing his features. 

"Well, I thought It'd be better if I got ya' something anyway. Ya'-know, just in case." Sean replied, running a hand through his green-ish hair before returning his blue gaze towards the kitchen. A burnt frying pan sitting up-right in a bucket of water in the sink. 

Yep...

Sean thought to himself, rolling his eyes jokingly as he exchanged a look between the eating Mark, and the burnt kitchen equipment. A worried gleam within his icy orbs. 

He's surely not himself today.